red and white

Ubiyou was obviously irritated, and left without paying back the bill.

Mu Gesheng looked at the boy's back under the night, and said with a smile, "Three or nine days, when did you learn to tease children?"

Chai Shuxin answered irrelevantly: "This restaurant uses too much oil, so I will cook when I go back."

"Understood Chai Momo." Mu Gesheng responded casually: "Now you are more and more like the charm of the second child who handled oil and salt back then."

Chai Shuxin: "..."

Wubi was obviously not the only person who was stimulated tonight. Mu Gesheng returned to the Temple of the City God, holding an enamel jar to brush his circle of friends, and saw the new news posted by Anping—a building sign with a negative floor in capital letters.

Apparently Wu Biyou had already told Anping the truth, and Mugesheng knew that these juniors kept in touch with each other frequently in private, so he smiled, clicked a thumbs up, and soon received a reply from Anping's private message: "Banxian, you next time If you have any other arrangements, can you let me know in advance?"

Mu Gesheng: "There are surprises everywhere in life, wouldn't that make a lot of fun less?"

Anping replied with an emoji of thumping and kowtowing in seconds.

Mu Gesheng made a poking cat head, "By the way, how was your dinner today? Are you happy?"

"The two heroines fight each other." Anping said, "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins."

It must be that Chai Yanyan and An's mother had a wonderful meal. Before Mu Gesheng could reply, Anping immediately sent another sentence, "It's really exciting to have a meal with relatives."

Mu Gesheng: "Why, you came out of Taoyuan to be sworn brothers while taking advantage of the wine?"

"It would have been better if it was true." Anping said, "My mother has adopted a goddaughter."

Mu Gesheng blinked, and quickly shouted towards Chai Shuxin's room: "Three or nine days!"

Chai Shuxin pushed open the window, "What?"

"You have an extra niece!"

Chai Shuxin: "?"

Mu Gesheng handed the phone to the other party, and counted his seniority with his fingers, "Let me do the math, in this case, Yan Yan godmother is your niece, and An Ping'er should be your grandson?"

Chai Shuxin looked a little helpless, and handed the phone back to Mugesheng, "Stop making trouble, go to bed early, and I have something to do in the middle of the night." After thinking for a while, he said: "Are you going to let Anping go to the mirage competition?" ?”

Mu Gesheng said: "This is a matter for the Yao family, and it should be up to you to decide."

"According to the tradition of the seven schools of thought, when the mirage opens, each family can send a representative to attend." Chai Shuxin said: "If you want him to come, that's fine."

"That's what I mean too." Mu Gesheng smiled, "It's so good."

He sent the news of the mirage competition to Anping, and immediately received a reply, "So Lingshuzi's surgery went well?"

Mu Gesheng: "Hmm."

Anping: "I was a little worried when I first heard from Wuchangzi that the situation was not good."

Mu Gesheng: "The situation is indeed not good."

Anping: "?"

Mu Gesheng: "Honestly speaking, the three-to-nine-day operation is really not a success. The patient's death is approaching, and surgery alone cannot save lives."

Anping: "Then why did Chai Bodhi give up?"

"Shanren has his own clever plan." Mu Gesheng said: "I asked my daughter to go to Fengdu, and directly changed the book of life and death. That patient will have decades to live. I guess his family will send a silk banner to the hospital. .”

Anping: "..."

It's that bang bang kowtow emoji again.

Mu Gesheng: "Ai Qing is flat." As he spoke, he sent the time location of the mirage contest to Anping, but it was Ye Shui Zhuhua, "Remember to eat breakfast tomorrow."

Anping: "?"

Mu Gesheng: "Or bring some stomach medicine."

Anping got up early the next day, just after four o'clock in the morning, and drove to Chengxi Street under the stars and the moon. The driver chatted with him while driving: "Young man wakes up so early, do you want to go to the Temple of the City God?"

Anping was sleepy, "Don't go to Chenghuang Temple, master, go to Yeshui Zhuhua."

"Run to eat hot pot at this hour?" The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, "Just finished all night?"

"Don't eat hot pot." Anping yawned and said drowsily, "Go fight."

The driver fell silent and muttered something in the front row. Seeing Anping was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he probably thought that the unlucky kid was talking in his sleep.

Take the taxi to Chengxi Street. Chengxi Street is a hundred-year-old street with ancient buildings. It is planned as a pedestrian street by the municipal government. Except for urban management vehicles, motor vehicles are usually prohibited from entering and leaving. However, under the street lights at 04:30 in the morning, I saw two rows of cars parked at the street corner, the heads of people were black and dense, and the Chu River and the Han border were clearly separated.

A chair was placed at the end of the convoy, separating the two groups of people. A figure squatted on the chair, as if eating noodles.

The driver hadn't seen the situation in front of him, and he believed the saying of "fighting in groups". He was worried and woke up Anping, who had fallen asleep in the back seat, "Young man? We're here on Chengxi Street."

Anping stared and opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, "Thank you, how much is it?"

"Let's not talk about money or not, you really came here to fight?" The driver master was an older brother, looking him up and down, "You just passed by with bare hands, no equipment and no nanny?"

It took Anping a long time to realize what the other party said. It seems that this elder brother and Ubi have the same interests.

"Well, I have a Tai Chi sword in the trunk. I was going to give it to my old man. Take it, little brother." The elder brother opened the trunk directly, "Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. A good man doesn't beat many people. Master Guan If you go to the meeting alone, you have to carry a knife, how can you grab the head if you don’t have the equipment.”

Anping: "No, no, no, no need..."

After a while, the taxi drove away. Anping stood at the intersection, holding a big sword, staring at the cars all over the street.

There were people on both sides, dozens of people, but no one took a step into Chengxi Street—there was a chair at the corner, and the sound of noodle eating resounded through the long street, it was Zhu Yinxiao.

Zhu Yinxiao looked up and saw Anping, he was overjoyed, and said in a loud voice: "Men, come to do morning exercises?"

A group of people looked back at him in unison.

Anping bit the bullet and walked over. Except for him and Zhu Yinxiao, everyone around was wearing gloves.

The whole street is full of pharmacists.

There are two figures standing next to the car in the front, they are Chai Yanyan and Chai Puti. Chai Puti is smoking a long and thin cigarette. When he sees Anping, he smiles at him: "I said, how can a fortune teller accept people for nothing? Disciple, so you are the young master of the An family."

The seven families of the philosophers are all women in the gossip, and each one is better than the other. It seems that yesterday's incident has spread. Anping didn't want to confront Chai Puti, so he just pretended to be stupid, and said to Zhu Yinxiao: "Half fairy and the others Still not here?"

After Zhu Yinxiao finished eating the noodles, he wiped his mouth, "I'll be there soon."

Before the words fell, two car lights came on in the distance, from far to near, maybe it was an illusion that he hadn't woken up yet, Anping felt that he heard the happy birthday song.

However, it turned out that it was not a hallucination. A city management car came slowly, and Shi Shiran passed through a road of luxury cars, and finally stopped at the intersection of the street.

The driver was Ubiyo, with one arm slung over the window and a red cuff.

The happy birthday song focused everyone's attention, the surroundings were completely silent, and the scene looked a little weird, as if a group of extreme brothers were paying attention to the urban management.

Zhu Yinxiao got up and opened the car door, Wu Biyou jumped down, followed by Chai Shuxin.

Chai Yanyan immediately said hello: "Master Uncle."

Chai Bodhi stubbed out the cigarette, "Rakshazi."

With a cold expression, Chai Shuxin nodded towards the two of them, ignoring the large group of descendants on the street, and turned around to explain something to Zhu Yinxiao.

Anping quietly pulled Wu Biyou, "Where is Banxian?"

Wu Biyou: "The old man didn't follow us, he has already entered the store."

Anping: "What have you been doing in the middle of the night?"

Wu Biyou: "Purchase." He pointed to the large and small bags in the rear compartment, and nodded the heads on both sides, "With so many people working together, and the next day's turnover, Ye Shui Zhuhua's inventory is basically not enough."

"Partnership?" Anping was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Otherwise, what do you think you came to Yeshui Zhuhua for?" Ubi looked at him like a fool, "This is Mozi's place, and the mirage was also built by Mozi. Yeshui Zhuhua is equivalent to a transfer station, as long as you know method, you can enter many places—for example, go to Fengdu.”

So through Ye Shui Zhu Hua can enter the mirage?Anping thought of the way to get to Fengdu, could it be by taking the elevator?He remembered that the elevator room was not very big, could it accommodate so many people?

"Of course it's not that simple to enter the mirage." Ubi said: "If you want to enter the building, you must go to the Hongmen Banquet first."

Soon Anping understood what Wubiyou meant. In Zhuhuali of Yeshui, dozens of large tables were arranged in a strange outline, and the vast sea was full of Yao family members.

Wu Biyou and Chai Shuxin entered the back kitchen, and by some means, they quickly served dozens of tables of dishes—anyway, Anping, who served the dishes, had never seen any of them, and the waiters were not colleagues Anping met during part-time vacations, and even Not like a living person.

But he understood why Mu Gesheng told him to bring stomach medicine.

Because he came to eat hot pot.

At five o'clock in the morning, eat hot pot on an empty stomach.

After the dishes were set on all the tables, Ubi stepped onto a table in the middle of the hall, biting a cigarette stick in his mouth, "I know that the Yao family breaks many rules, and you fastidious people don't eat this or that, but Since you are here today, if you want to enter the building, do as I said."

"The bottom of the pot is adjusted. There is a list on each table. Put the dishes in the pot according to the order on the list. You can't drink water in the middle. Eat everything on the table, including the soup base."

"After eating, I think you will want to die very much." Wu Biyou took a puff of smoke, "When you die and come back to life, and then open your eyes, the mirage will arrive."

This time, Anping had seen the tolerance of the Yao family. As soon as Ubi finished speaking, Chai Yanyan and Chai Puti waved their hands, and everyone started to move their chopsticks.The bottom of the pot is full of spicy pot, and the pot is full of red, but everyone eats without changing their faces, and they don't even cough.

Anping tentatively took a breath of air and was choked to death.

His table had the fewest people, only Wu Biyou, Zhu Yinxiao and Chai Shuxin, and one chair was vacant, apparently reserved for Mu Gesheng.There were no outsiders around, Anping endured and endured, but still couldn't help saying: "Are we really going to eat this whole pot?"

"I'll tell you a ghost story." A low voice came, "I adjusted the soup base here."

Anping was startled, and when he looked back, Mu Gesheng appeared out of nowhere.

The all-spicy soup base is made by Mugesheng.

... What kind of hell mode is this riding a horse.

"But I didn't expect the Yao family to be so tolerant." Mu Gesheng sat down, his movements were very light, ghostly, and didn't alarm anyone, "I think I threw all the ideas of my previous life into the pot , did not eat dead people?"

Regardless of the problem with this statement, at least this person has a lot more self-knowledge than in his previous life.

Chai Shuxin boiled a bowl of noodles, and the color of the noodles did not change when he ate them. "A doctor must distinguish the five flavors, and taste sour, bitter, sweet, pungent, and salty. Although the bottom of the pot you made is spicy, it is still worse than chewing Coptis chinensis raw. A little bit."

What kind of tutoring is this, Anping thought, all of them are Shennong tasting herbs.

Hearing this, Mu Gesheng scooped up a spoonful of soup, "If I knew it earlier, I would have given it to you."

Zhu Yinxiao was busy cooking chicken breasts, "The banquet and Chai Puti must have brought top-notch talents from the family. Fourth brother, you miscalculated this time."

"It's okay." Chai Shuxin said: "Although the Yao family can bear it, it's not difficult to suffer from gastrointestinal discomfort and temporarily lose consciousness after eating the food he cooks."

Mu Gesheng: "Three or nine days, are you praising me or hurting me?"

Wu Biyou: "You are a chicken when cooking supper, can you stop grabbing the chicken from my bowl?"

Anping: No, there is only one Yao family at their table, why do other people eat so comfortably?Do the seven schools of thought have some miraculous child skills?

And this group of people looked like they were cooked at the same dinner table, and they could eat a lot of fun by whispering.

As if seeing Anping's doubts, Zhu Yinxiao whispered: "Don't be dumbfounded, my brother made the bottom of the pot on our table."

"You don't really think that you can enter the mirage after eating a meal, do you?" Ubi sneered, "I've already opened the passage, and eating is just a bonus, and I'm really disgusting with this group of people." Chopsticks pointed to the door, "Go out and have a look now, we are already in the mirage."

An Ping looked expressionlessly at the people around him who were working hard, and said to himself that I should have thought of it earlier.

No one can finish Mugesheng's routines. It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together. Don't live alone.

He boiled a piece of cowboy bone, only to realize that there was a pot of sour soup in the pot, which was boiled with some unknown ingredients. It smelled spicy and pungent, but it actually tasted very mild.

But after all, it's big fish and big meat, and it's still very exciting to eat on an empty stomach in the morning. No wonder Zhu Yinxiao has to sit at the street corner and eat noodles to fill his stomach first.

"Why don't you let Miss Chai come over?" Anping looked at Chai Yanyan's table, "She can bear this?"

"Girls have to learn to be self-reliant." Mu Gesheng said: "If you want to inherit Lingshuzi, you can't even eat."